Luyện nghe bài hát Victory

Intro: B.I.G.
One one two
Check me out here yo
Verse Puff Daddy
Yo the sun don't shine
(BIG: You can turn the track up a bit for me)
me up yo
Can you me?
But as long as it's here then we as well shine together
(BIG: All up in my ears)
Better now than business before pleasure
(BIG: The mic is loud but the isn't loud)
and the Fam, who you know do it better?
Yeah right, no matter what, we air
(BIG: YEAH!)
So you hear somethin, make sure you hear it right
Don't make a ass yourself, by assumin
(BIG: YEAH! Now the mic is lower, turn the up)
Our music keeps you movin, what are you
(BIG: Turn that all the way up, yeah)
You know that I'm two levels above you
(BIG: Music's louder)
Hug me baby, make you love me baby
(BIG: This is hot!)
Talkin ain't gonna get you nuthin but choked
(BIG: Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
And that jealousy is gonna leave you broke
So the only thing left now is God for cats
And BIG you know you too hard for cats
I'm a win cause I'm too smart for these
While makin up facts (uhh) you rakin up plats
Verse Two: B.I.G.
In a Commision, you ask for to hit em
He don't me, him and wild wifey was wit em
You heard of us, the murderous, most
Been on the low lately, the feds me
The son of
They say my too blatant
You hesitatin, I'm in your crib waitin
tapin, your fam destiny
lays in my hands, gat lays in my
Francis, M to the phenominal
Gun rest under vest by the abdominal
Rob a few so I can buy a few cars
And I kick a few so I can pimp a few hoes
Excellence is my presence, never
Never hesitant, leave a nigga bent real
sick, brawl nights, I perform like Mike
Anyone -- Tyson, Jordan,
action, pack guns,
And I'm, to bust, if my ends you touch
Kids or girl you touch, in world I clutch
Two auto-matoes, used to me fatso
Now you call me Castro, my rap
militant, faggots ain't killin shit
Ooops Cristal spillin shit, you overdid it homes
You in the danger zone, you shouldn't be
Hold and say it like me
The most shady, Frankie baby,
Graphic, to make dough, like Jurassic
Parked in quick to spark kids who start
See me, me
The of this holocaust
Truly yours, White
Chorus: Busta
We got the live shit from front to back
To my in the world, where the fuck you at?
my niggaz is at? (2X)
Where the fuck my at?
Where my is at?
(repeat all 2X)
Verse Three: Daddy
Put your money on the table and get math on
it down, split it up, get your laugh on
See you later Dog, get my stash on
a bed full of money that I get my ass on
I lose the passion to go platinum
Said I'd it up til all the cash gone
Ain't that funny, use plastic, craft it
to make classics, hotter acid
P-D, rollin on your or CD
The Billboard killa, no illa
The Fam-o, ammo, is channel
We been hot for a time burnin like a candle
you can do is check your distribution
My songs bump in Houston like produced em
You ain't gotta like me, you mad
Cause I tell it how it is, and you it how it might be
Four: Notorious B.I.G.
We got the shit, Mac tight, knuckles and flashlights
The in the two-seaters, with two midas
Senoritas, kiss rings you meet us
P-Diddy run the city, no pity
I'm the witty one, Frank's the crook from the
Matty the neck of your coke connect
No respect squeeze off til all y'all
Shootouts for twenty minutes, until we
took the loot, escaped, in the Coupe
Break bread, the kiss, Peniro, sheek loops
Black Rob the mob, it ain't no replacin him
Niggaz step up, we just them
placin them in funerals, turned aroused
The Brick City, nobody come off P-Diddy
Business rise, I men
money on the Island Cayman, y'all just betray men
You screamin, I position,
Nother day in the life of the
Chorus 2X w/ talking
Aiyyo, can you hear me out
turn me up, nobody can hear me out there
That's good, it's all up now
Y'all it's all fucked up now right?
What the y'all gonna do now?
What do now?
Can y'all me out there?
Can y'all me out there?
(?) Fuck y'all wanna do
It's all up now
I'ma do now, huh?
What do now
It's all up now